My love waits
in a small room
but she doesn’t wait for me.
My love sits in a dark house
and cries small, hard, solid tears.
And there’s nothing I can do.
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Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
he would make footsteps on the cold concrete
but bare feet and forgotten soles make no noise.
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